The packers arrived today. God love ’em, they walked into total bedlam with their carpet protector, rolls of tape and a plethora of boxes.
By the time they knocked, unsuspectingly, on our door this morning at 8:00AM, the house was abuzz with activity. The littlest four were already running circles around the kitchen table high on Fruit Loops. Add to that a few confused dogs, one crabby adult, and… I think you get the picture.
Pandemonium will be the word of the day for the next, well, many days. Try as we might, there is no way to dismantle a home with so much stuffed inside it’s innards without at least some chaos. And I find that as I go to pack up and reminisce over the things that come spilling out of drawers and cabinets, I am really quite sad as we approach the end of our time here. We’ve lived here less than a year, but we’ve packed a whole lotta living into that year!
We’ve just learned that the owners of our new home won’t be able to close until the end of July. That’s a re-heallllly long time to be without a home. We’ve got some big plans to visit friends in the NC mountains and family in Georgia. We might even stop over in Alabama at the Lifeline reunion in July. Might visit some bloggy friends, might make some new friends. But whatever happens, it’s certainly not going to be boring.
I’m trying to think of it as a grand adventure. Only as seen through the eyes of a person who really doesn’t care so much for adventure. I’m hoping this trip will change my outlook.
And I’m planning to post about it from the road, so grab your Dramamine and sunglasses and stay tuned for the ride 🙂